{"id":4093,"date":"2009-01-05T08:00:19","date_gmt":"2009-01-05T15:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wend.ca\/?p=4093"},"modified":"2015-10-24T12:06:31","modified_gmt":"2015-10-24T18:06:31","slug":"snow-skis-and-solitude","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wend.ca\/?p=4093","title":{"rendered":"Snow, Skis, and Solitude"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m liking the new sport though it does have it’s moments of extreme drama. For example, today I was 15-minutes into my ski at Nose Hill when my hands went numb from the cold (when you get past the pain it’s a bad sign). I never seem to be able to find suitable gloves \/ mitts for winter sports. Having my finger tips and thumbs freeze is a problem that plagued me for years in cycling (and still does).<\/p>\n

Regardless, I saw the immediate urgency of stopping my journey, turning around and heading back — all downhill. The descent was rather fast, and it would have been great except for one thing: I don’t know how to stop. Having numb hands was also making it incredibly difficult to concentrate. So, I did what any novice would do: I accidentally crossed my skis, plowed into a snow bank, and did the rest of the descent splayed out on my belly.<\/p>\n

I think for now I’ll stick to the gentle and forgiving paths around our community or find a nice loving pre-cut golf course to ski around:<\/p>\n